It wasn't a mosquito.

I just killed a bug full of my blood. I try not to kill any insects unless they harm me. This was some tiny little thing that has been flying around me on and off here at work today. I had enough once I felt itchiness on my left hand. Fuck guilt. I smashed it with a notebook. The fucker was fast - but I am faster. I hope it enjoyed it's last meal via my body. Now I'm itchy and have a little red dot for proof of death on a file folder. I wonder what kind of bug it was and I wonder if the blood stain will go from red to brown.

I'm leaving work early to go to the doctor. I can't wait this out any longer and I have so many things to do this weekend. The Fibromyalgia is acting up too... but I'm used to that.